Some events during hunting make me think and review my doing.
One of these events was with a dove.
I saw it over a building.
The distance was 85 yards.
On this day I was hesitant to shoot it.
I do not know why?
Something like a voice within my soul was saying do not shoot this dove, it should live!
But I had not listen to advice.
I pressed the trigger.
The dove fell over the roof.
When I went to get it.
It was bleeding and standing like a statue.
There was a spot of blood beneath dove.
This means that it has not moved from its place since its fall.
I approached dove.
It did not move.
This is unnatural because doves in Egypt are very afraid of people.
Something made dove overcome its instinctive fear of people. Maybe that was a great pain or unknown thoughts in its mind make it do not care.
When I had touched dove, it suddenly a little flew then stood again.
Dove was looking at me.
I saw incomprehensible look in its eye.
I felt that the dove was weeping without tears.
As if it felt its death approaching.
I felt that the dove was blaming me and saying why did you do that? This is my life; I have nothing but this life. You do not have a right to eat me.
For the first time I felt guilty about hunting.I regretted stealing life of this dove.
I remained depressed to the end of the day.
Time was enough to erase the sense of remorse.But remembrance and lesson remain